"White."
"No way. Red. Definitely red. I'll bet - on my life - Ms Prim and Proper is dreaming about her sexy, naughty red lingerie inside. And those panties - will most definitely be red."
""Hey, come on," he drawled. "Just because you're my girl you've got, what? A sexth sense? You don't know what colour her undies are, and neither do I. All we can do is extrapolate. Exhibit A:" He gesticulated with his spam-laden fork. "Headmaster's daughter, good Catholic girl, the kind of date you can bring home to mother. Even if, and it's a big if, she wants red, there's no way that girl gets away with owning anything but plain white cotton. Her father would disown her" took another forkful of spam and grimaced. "You think she does her own laundry or something?"
"You forget just how tricky us girls can be my dear. We can be very sly when we want to be. Remember the first time I met your mother? I was little miss virgin for the day and she fell for it hook, line and sinker. You told me the next day how proud she was of you to finally find somebody of good marriage material."
"Yeah, but you kind of spoilt that the next time when you left your vibrator in my parents' bedroom."
"That's not the point. The fact still remains that if she wanted to wear some sexy red knickers then she would do so and her parents would be none the wiser."
"Them's sounds like fighting words to me love. What do you want to bet that underneath that cute little plaid skirt is nothing but your bog-standard Marks and Spencer underwear?"
"Well if it's a wager you want, then how about we make this interesting? If I'm right then you will finally let us have a threesome with Brad from Geography class."
"What! You know how I feel about the idea of him touching you. He's nothing more than a Neanderthal."
"Isn't he just. Oh the things I would let that man do to me w... I mean err... sorry, you know how I daydream sometimes. Anyway, what do you have to worry about? I thought you were certain that her panties are white."
"I was... I mean... I am. You know what, you're on. If you win then I'll let you have Brad. But if I win, then we forget about Brad and you will finally let me have that threesome with you and Cassie Blake."
"Cassie Blake!!! I wouldn't go near that slut with a ten pole barge pole. Some of the stories I've heard about that girl make even me feel like a prude!"
"I know, fantastic isn't she? I hope this doesn't mean you're chickening out on our little wager."
"Me? I'm not chickening out of anything, you have yourself a deal. You can dream about Bondage Blakey all you want but sadly for you, that's all it will be."
"You just keep telling yourself that when I have you lick out Cassie's arsehole in the headmaster's office."
"You're a disgusting pervert you know that Tony?"
"Of course, that's why you love me."
"I must admit I do have very low standards. So how are we going to get into Little Miss Perfect's panties then?"
"I could just go lift up her skirt I suppose."
"But where's the fun in that?"
"So what do you suggest?"
"Well, how about w..."
At the next table Sandra Lee was doing her best not to pay any attention to what Tony Matthews and Nikki Kim were saying about her. They were well known around the school for trying to mess with other students in this way and she knew the best tactic was to just not rise to the bait. They wanted her to confront them, run off somewhere or at least react in some way so she just gritted her teeth and stubbornly ate her lunch as they continued to talk smut about her.
After what had seemed an age, their chattering quietened down and she could no longer hear what they were saying, which came as a great relief to her. Unfortunately for Sandra moments later her peace was broken by Tony sitting himself down opposite her.
"Hey Sandy, how's tricks?"
"I'm fine thanks," she replied calmly, determined to not seem fazed in any way. "Just trying to have a quiet lunch."
"You took a risk eating here didn't you? The food's awful, I mean what is that even supposed to be that you've got there?"
